the soft tan of his skin. He was
a strikingly good-looking man from head to toe. Evidently they were not going
anywhere fancy because he wore no tie and his first two buttons were undone.
“You look great as well.”
He
smiled. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,
I just need to grab my wallet,” she confirmed. Going over to the couch, she dug
into her satchel and removed the small pouch that held her license and credit
card and put it in her purse. Her keys were the last thing she picked up from
the coffee table. “Ready now.” She met him at the door.
Vincent
stepped to her and, cupping her face, he kissed her lightly. “Happy birthday,
Chelsi. Thank you for agreeing to have dinner with me.” His breath fluttered
across her lips and kicked her heart into high speed again.
“You’re
welcome.” She was breathless.
Smiling,
he lowered his hand and opened her front door. As they walked to the car, she
was happy to see there was no limo in the parking lot. Instead, he escorted her
to a four door Bentley the same color as his limo.
“Why
does it seem like there should be a driver with this car?” She joked with him
as she slipped in the passenger seat.
“Probably,
but he’s off waxing the limo.” He winked at her. Securing her door, he moved
around to his side and got in behind the wheel.
“For
a man who takes a limo to the grocery store, I didn’t think you still
remembered how to drive.” She loved teasing him. This was light and easy.
Allowing her to think of him as just a friend, nothing more.
Laughing,
he said, “That was an exception. However, I had to have something.” He started the
car and maneuvered it out of the visitor’s parking, heading out the gate as the
same rhythmic jazz music she’d heard through the phone earlier filled the car.
“Almonds?”
She looked at his profile. The sun hadn’t set yet, and she enjoyed taking in
the site of his masculine features.
He
glanced at her then back at the road. “Yeah, almonds.”
After
that Chelsi fell silent, enjoying the ride. She wondered what Vincent had
planned for this night. Being this close to him was wreaking havoc on her body,
making her want things she shouldn’t. If she wasn’t careful, things between
them would be moving in a direction she’d told herself repeatedly she didn’t
want to go.
Chapter Five
“Where
are we?” Chelsi frowned, looking out the window at the plush lawns, long drives,
and the private golf course.
“Piper
Glen,” he informed her, making a right into an entryway.
The
thirty minute drive from her condo on the opposite side of Charlotte had been
quiet and comfortable. Neither one of them had been willing to break the
silence.
He
watched Chelsi stare through the glass at his neighborhood, taking it all in. She
was a gorgeous woman, but tonight sitting beside him in a dress so sheer the lacy
slip underneath showed, flirting with his senses, she was undeniably sexy.
Seated, her dress rested high on her thighs, leaving a delicious view of her
smooth silky brown legs. He’d had to keep his grip firmly on the wheel to keep
him from touching her.
Part
of her attraction was her style. She always wore things that were flattering to
her body and coloring. It wasn’t a shocker. Fashion was in her blood. It was
even embossed on her licensed plate, I-DESIGN. Zeth had found it funny that
Vincent hadn’t figured it out first by the time he’d called Vincent back with
Chelsi’s number and address.
“I
know what area this is, but why are we here?”
He
continued to progress down the lane until he stopped on the smooth cobble
drive. “It’s my house.” Glancing at the gray stone and the blond brick
structure, he sat in awe alongside her. It never ceased to amaze him how far
he’d come from the trailer park he
a strikingly good-looking man from head to toe. Evidently they were not going
anywhere fancy because he wore no tie and his first two buttons were undone.
“You look great as well.”
He
smiled. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,
I just need to grab my wallet,” she confirmed. Going over to the couch, she dug
into her satchel and removed the small pouch that held her license and credit
card and put it in her purse. Her keys were the last thing she picked up from
the coffee table. “Ready now.” She met him at the door.
Vincent
stepped to her and, cupping her face, he kissed her lightly. “Happy birthday,
Chelsi. Thank you for agreeing to have dinner with me.” His breath fluttered
across her lips and kicked her heart into high speed again.
“You’re
welcome.” She was breathless.
Smiling,
he lowered his hand and opened her front door. As they walked to the car, she
was happy to see there was no limo in the parking lot. Instead, he escorted her
to a four door Bentley the same color as his limo.
“Why
does it seem like there should be a driver with this car?” She joked with him
as she slipped in the passenger seat.
“Probably,
but he’s off waxing the limo.” He winked at her. Securing her door, he moved
around to his side and got in behind the wheel.
“For
a man who takes a limo to the grocery store, I didn’t think you still
remembered how to drive.” She loved teasing him. This was light and easy.
Allowing her to think of him as just a friend, nothing more.
Laughing,
he said, “That was an exception. However, I had to have something.” He started the
car and maneuvered it out of the visitor’s parking, heading out the gate as the
same rhythmic jazz music she’d heard through the phone earlier filled the car.
“Almonds?”
She looked at his profile. The sun hadn’t set yet, and she enjoyed taking in
the site of his masculine features.
He
glanced at her then back at the road. “Yeah, almonds.”
After
that Chelsi fell silent, enjoying the ride. She wondered what Vincent had
planned for this night. Being this close to him was wreaking havoc on her body,
making her want things she shouldn’t. If she wasn’t careful, things between
them would be moving in a direction she’d told herself repeatedly she didn’t
want to go.
Chapter Five
“Where
are we?” Chelsi frowned, looking out the window at the plush lawns, long drives,
and the private golf course.
“Piper
Glen,” he informed her, making a right into an entryway.
The
thirty minute drive from her condo on the opposite side of Charlotte had been
quiet and comfortable. Neither one of them had been willing to break the
silence.
He
watched Chelsi stare through the glass at his neighborhood, taking it all in. She
was a gorgeous woman, but tonight sitting beside him in a dress so sheer the lacy
slip underneath showed, flirting with his senses, she was undeniably sexy.
Seated, her dress rested high on her thighs, leaving a delicious view of her
smooth silky brown legs. He’d had to keep his grip firmly on the wheel to keep
him from touching her.
Part
of her attraction was her style. She always wore things that were flattering to
her body and coloring. It wasn’t a shocker. Fashion was in her blood. It was
even embossed on her licensed plate, I-DESIGN. Zeth had found it funny that
Vincent hadn’t figured it out first by the time he’d called Vincent back with
Chelsi’s number and address.
“I
know what area this is, but why are we here?”
He
continued to progress down the lane until he stopped on the smooth cobble
drive. “It’s my house.” Glancing at the gray stone and the blond brick
structure, he sat in awe alongside her. It never ceased to amaze him how far
he’d come from the trailer park he
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